crayoned thoughts

Wish I could put these thoughts in rhymes and riddles. But metamorphic words seem to dissipate in space as well. Can I lose in space with you? Even in just a minute?  Though a second wouldn't hurt. I think a second in space is like a lifetime equivalent with you. And I wonder how it would feel then.  How it's gonna be... You… me… Now I’m lost.

“Lately, things have been confusing. You seem to be interested now. You seem to be showing me that somehow a little amount of light can spark something between us. Just when I decided that I would move on, move away from you, forget all of these illusions of me and you, you come flashing with all of those things that made me fall for you. Please don’t smile at me like you’ve won my heart. Please don’t look at me like you’ve known my soul. Please don’t talk to me like you’ve had me. Please... not anymore. I don’t want to let my heart be opened again. It hurts realizing that this may just be a byproduct of the gentle and kind you. This may just be a spin-off of your charm. Please, spare me now. I don’t want it. I don’t want you anymore.” ---- Speaking these thoughts in her behalf… But... the love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest, feels the strongest, and sometimes having a hard time letting go of.

Everyday I love him. I love to see that childlike face. I love to be swept away by that childlike charm. From his looks, his dewy-eyed innocence, to his expressions. He is so child-alike. I love it that when I talk, he would just roll his eyes, looking everywhere as if not hearing anything. And when he does listen, he listens in round-eye wonder. Oh, I just love that. I love to smell him. I love his scent. It’s like a drug that soothes away tensions, takes away stress, and relaxes your being. Okay, that's super for a description -- just takes away my stress is enough (hehe). And I don't know how many times I would put my nose on him. He smells like a child and smells so manly at the same time (naks)! I love to hear him. He’s a good talker. He knows just something about anything. I have been observing this trait carefully, checking if he has a tendency to be a bighead, knew-it-all jerk; but no, he is not. This is the effect of the curious him. He is so curious, just